Watched Kiss Me Stupid (1964) last night, one in the great I.A.L. Diamond/Billie Wilder collaborative streak.

A brilliant film, it explodes the world of men, specifically that of the Rat Pack, by leveraging its hyper-masculinity to to create two story-lines (men & women) whose twin poles tear at each other till they flip their polarity in one subtle but piercing epiphany.

Watching the film, I could see the machinations in my own life unfold in similar fashion, and was reminded that it was an early mantra for me while learning that paradigm.